« Back to issue 45

Mr. Jimmy Said


this poem you sent in
means nothing to me
it causes nothing
to rise up in my brain
of either pain or pleasure
nor any thought suggest
my mind in fact
is numb and stultified
after reading your poem  
I’m reduced to
an animal state of
primitive body functions—
breathing retching—
I’m incredibly angry
if you ever send in
another piece of shit
like this again
I will find you and
break the finger that
you type with

1 Likes | 0 Comments | Author

About Larry Blumen

In a former life, I worked as a Syphilis Investigator. What else do you want to know? larry.blumen@gmail.com


You must be a Red Fez member to comment.
There are no comments yet...

The Summer of Gypsie Hendricks:

GYPSIE HENDRICKS was what my Dad called a man's man. A man of few words who knew everything there was to" know about cars. Not many mechanics want a job on the edge of a prairie village, 'specially if the garage is sixty miles from the nearest...
The Summer of Gypsie Hendricks
by Joan Hoekstra